Boiled mud pies! Now I've heard everything. I remember my mud pies had sprinkles that I stole from the neighours kitchen, when I "helped" make cup cakes. I shoved a handful of sprinkles in my shorts pocket to eat later and the rest went on the mud pies. I'm sure the birds enjoyed them.

My childhood friend had a playhouse complete with play oven and stove and we constantly made mud pies but like you ended up using the sunshine method. They turned out just fine but my little brother will tell you they were not very good!

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Diane was born and raised on one of the last of the great old Southern Alberta ranches. A way of life that is fast disappearing now. Through her memories and stories, she keeps it alive. And even, at times, accurate . . .